鐔津文集 18.79

18.79

Several days wandering the mountains, sleet and snow sparse; / Accompanying rustic elders, also forgetting scheming thoughts. / First loving the clouds inside the cavern fit for reclining; / Then recalling the human world at year's end. / At night falling plum blossoms must fill the road; / The wind holds spring colors, blowing one's clothes. / Relying on you to say to the noble prince: / News must ultimately be sent on flying birds.